I had been planning to escape to my room for some time. Amidst the noise and the chaos I was craving for a coming. As soon as the moment of opportunity arose, I slipped away and shut the door firmly behind me. The warm air outside had infiltrated the small space I called my own; and I settled comfortably on my bed, where a thousand orgasms had taken place over the years. Lying down, I stared at nothing in particular.
It took a moment for the sensuous images to start dancing across my mind. They tumbled, one after the other, teasing me in their moment of glory before curling and fading away.. beautiful people with naked skin and large pink appendages, delicious males with wicked agendas on their minds. Looked like women weren't gonna do it for me today. The men were there for my pleasure.. created solely to provide. A well tuned imagination like mine built perfect creatures that I could smell, taste and touch. I didn't wish to stare in their eyes when they pleasured my body but if I wanted to, I could look up and see pure humaness to every last molecular detail.
The reason they wanted to fuck me so desperately was because he was away. We hadn't spoken since Sunday. The weekend had ended with an icy goodbye, following a tense argument. I hadn't been reacting well to the sudden lack of sexual affection and passion. Tomorrow it would be a week without. A week! Thankfully sanity still remained within my skillful fingertips; and a stranger in my mind. Yet he was so familiar I could have been recalling a memory. I decided to draw this one out, though my fingers were already impatiently tracing across the pant fabric covering my crotch. It was a hunger for complete sexual satisfaction that drove me to indulge in a full-length fantasy, tinged with rebellion.